We watched “Shut Up and Sing” last night. Pretty remarkable the amount of ire that was directed towards The Dixie Chicks for one comment.
Still, if we define 1 seeger to be the unit of persecution suffered by Pete Seeger for his words and beliefs, the meter barely flickers by comparison.
I reckon for more than half the time I’ve worked in Toronto, I’ve been within a block of Ema Tei. Yesterday was the first time I went there. I wonder what took me so long?
Kenn, my former colleague from EPCOR, took me to lunch there. I was impressed; tasty food, great prices, huge portions and a great atmosphere. There was a good amount of wasabi sneakily hidden under the fish in the sushi, so we both ended up suitably decongested.
(and yes, the Technoid Balloon Gimp Script strikes again. While it does work nicely under Gimp 2.4, it’s hidden away in the very unhelpful Xtns/Script-Fu/Text/Balloon menu.)
The chill units in the new Loblaws Superstore in Scarborough make the most harnonious drone. I might just come here to listen.
Well, this was my last day at EPCOR. The last two and a bit years have been fun.
It’s strange to think that I can fit my entire desk contents into one file box:
I also made sure I didn’t break with tradition:
I got the Absolutely Everything box set yesterday; all four series of Absolutely. I hadn’t seen this for more than ten years, and it was absolutely (ha!) my favourite comedy show.
The first season took a little while to get into stride. I don’t think I saw it ever, as I only caught it from series two in 1990. It is, in the words of Callum Gilhooley, “brilliant”.
… Is probably “snackinar”.
They are demolishing the show home at the corner of Nelson and Simcoe. They are bashing at it with a big excavator, trying to smoosh down the pile of drywall and plywood.
Got a mailing from The War Amps yesterday. Isn’t war loud enough for them already?
Props to the older gent in the Tim’s at New Hamburg. “What’s the tattoo on your arm? I can’t make it out”, asks the server. “It’s supposed to be a panther’s head, but it’s not finished”, he replied. “I was meant to go back the next day, but I sobered up.”
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The above is a pictorial representation of the 11 additional pucks required so that they wouldn’t need to fight over one. Please donate generously, and you can help Canada become a world-class country with a proper sport …
In Calgary, and walked (likely illegal here) from the hotel up to a restaurant that Kenn had recommended. It’s called Oriental Phoenix, and it’s just off Barlow by Sunridge mall. (It’s really good, incidentally.)
Walking through the colossal mall parking lots, I had a real sense of ‘no place’ - this could be Lebovic Dr in Scarborough, or Liberty, MO, or Richmond, BC, or Napierville (a town with better backs of necks). What makes is what to create identical beige industrial buildings with colossal setbacks? I’ll leave this to smarter folks like Byrne or Kunstler; me, I’ve got my pho to walk off.
The B-52s have had a new album out for nearly two weeks, and I don’t have it.
We have to fight it. If not, we will go back to the Dark Ages, where we will be persecuted and prosecuted.
– a UK spiritualist, complaining that psychic services now fall under consumer protection legislation. Emphasis mine.
Oh dear, tee hee: The Way of The Tosser.
If Garlic’s of London (whose menu is fairly heavy on the eponymous) had a self-serve all-you-can-eat, woud that be called Buffet the Vampire Slayer?
It’s tiem to spring over the fire again - but not like Tiny the Toaster. Happy Norouz!
I’m not getting the fashion for trendily-coloured Wellington boots. Maybe it was my junior years spent squelching about in ill-fitting and malodorous gumboots that did it.
Zombie Feynman teaches an important lesson in today’s xkcd.
